Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 801

Stella's voice was laced with malice, and she knew that nothing else could unsettle Lizetta Gardenia quite like bringing up her most vulnerable spot. When Stella mentioned the baby, it was the final straw for Lizetta, who reacted by slapping Stella across the face.

"Ah!" Stella cried out, covering her face and glaring at Lizetta in fury. "How dare you hit me!"

Lizetta smirked, "You were asking for it! Keep pushing, and you'll get a couple more!"

Stella, fists clenched, shot Lizetta a venomous look but ultimately left without saying anything. She knew that even if she complained to Remington Dashiell and Fiona Dashiell, it wouldn't change a thing.

"What did she say to you?" Remington's tall, commanding figure appeared around the corner just as Lizetta was about to leave. It was clear he had witnessed the altercation.

Stella's words had soured Lizetta's mood, erasing the warmth and harmony of their earlier dinner together. Lizetta thought, Stella was willing to take a slap just to deliver those hurtful words—it must have been her intention all along.

With a cold voice, Lizetta said, "Oh, are you feeling sorry for her?"

Remington stepped closer and firmly grasped Lizetta's wrist, his handsome face showing anger. "Are you out of your mind? If I felt sorry for her, I'd be asking why you hit her, not what she said to you!"

He was only concerned about what Stella might have said to provoke such a strong reaction from Lizetta, but his obvious concern led her to misinterpret his intentions.

His anger was replaced by exasperation as Remington inspected Lizetta's delicate palm under the light, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"Margaret has been locked in there ever since her dad made her publicly apologize in the media. She hasn't come out or eaten anything. This can't go on. Stella, you're her best friend; please help me talk to her, comfort her."

Stella nodded and waited for Mrs. Miller to leave before knocking on the door, her voice soft. "Margaret, it's me. Can you open the door? I just want to see how you're doing."

There was no response at first, but then Stella's voice broke slightly. "Margaret, I got a serious talking-to from my dad too. I've just come from the Dashiell's..."

The door opened. Margaret looked terrible, much thinner, and upon seeing Stella, equally puffy-eyed and bearing the marks of a slap, she stepped aside to let her in. Stella entered, comforting Margaret and eventually convincing her to eat something, then holding her hand.